paroles de chanson An Artist Is An Artist - Skunk Anansie

An artist is an artist when an artist is an artist
And she don't stop being an artist 'cos she's old, you know?
She don't roll down her sleeves
Pick up her Zimmer frame and leaves
Put down her pen, put on a hat
Because of menopause
An artist is an artist
Until her heart and all its arteries
Clog up and white blood cells
They unsuspend themselves
'Cos an artist is an artist
'Till death do thus departest
'Till the brain is a sensation of its functionals

An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
So go figure it out

An artist is an artist when an artist is an artist
And I don't stop being an artist 'cos of you, you know?
They don't do all you say
Pack up their life and die away
'Cos they think all your little views are educational
There are days when they suspend ideas
And reticence begins to wear upon a tired mind
And they feel bad, of course
And then they read your shit
And lose the fucking will to live
'Cos your stupidity is raised above their principles

An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
So go figure it out
Go figure it out
Go figure it out, is it an artist?
Go figure it out

An artist is an artist
Without followers or fartists
Without comments, without views, without consequence
They ain't here for your pleasure
Changing up like British weather
'Cos today you don't like mayonnaise on chips again
And while I'm here, it's chips not fries
So don't get fucking butterflies
I didn't hang around to be my own echo
'Cos an artist is an artist when they wanna be anarchic
'Cos the narcissist in artist is beautiful

An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
Oh, an artist is an artist
Yeah, an artist is an artist
Yeah, an artist is an artist
Yeah, an artist is an artist
Yeah, an artist is an artist
So go figure it out
Go figure it out
Go figure it out, oh oh
Go figure, go figure, go figure, oh, oh, oh